The only window is high on the wall, over a tall filing cabinet, and opens into a well, below ground level.
The space feels like a cave, which has always struck Deery as about right, because her job is to talk dirty online to strange men. She has athletic good looks, with tawny skin, big brown eyes, and long straight brown hair that falls over her shoulders.
Both the policewoman and her target give the author their versions of the truth, in a case that challenges the conventional wisdom about online sexual predators, and blurs the lines among crime, “intent,” and enticement.
When they delivered themselves for the promised rendezvous, instead of meeting a mother and her young daughters they would find a team of well-armed, cheerfully disgusted Delaware County police officers.
Her parents sent her to Catholic schools, and her mother, a retired district judge, now jokes that she wants her money back.
Her daughter’s beat is in the vilest corners of cyberspace, in chat rooms indicating “fetish” or various subgenres of flagrant peccancy.
She received three quick instant messages from someone using the name “parafling”:—hello—may I ask what your into or looking for—NOTHIG is taboo to me Parafling had the detective’s interest.
She typed an answer:—well why don’t u tell me wht ur into Entrapment has long been a factor in the enforcement of vice laws, which seek to punish behavior that is furtive and widespread.
How are they to tell the difference between the casual sinner and the criminal?